WIPpet Wednesday

What in the world is a WIPpet? I wondered that myself when it was suggested to me that I start doing these weekly posts. Here's the definition: A once weekly post about a current Work In Progress(WIP) where the only rule is that the post has to relate to the date. For example, since today is July 31st, you shall get 31 lines from my new WIP, which is entitled Devil's Salvation, and is the fourth book in my series. Hopefully you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Braxton was jerked from sleep by a pounding on his bedroom door. Gage’s voice came through the door. “Wake up. Angel invasion.”

Braxton groaned and rolled out of bed. He stumbled in the dark, yanking on pants and a wife beater over his boxers. He yanked open the door and blinked against the bright light. He saw Greer and Damon heading down the stairs, her hair mussed from sleep and him dressed only in shorts. Aradia came down the steps from Gage’s chambers, wearing one of his shirts and her own jeans.

“Did you wake Alaria up?”

Gage turned and nodded. “Yeah. The morning sickness is back. She said she’d be down when she was done throwing up.”

“Has Greer helped her?”

“Not yet this morning. Alaria won’t let anyone in until she’s done.”

“What the hell are the Angels doing here at—” he looked at his watch. “four-forty-three in the morning?”

“The fuck if I know.” The vampire yawned. “All I can tell you is that I was sound asleep and then there was a bright light and Gabriel was standing in my bedroom, telling me that I needed to assemble the troops and met him and Michael in the kitchen.”

Greer’s voice carried up the stairs. “Coffee’s on!”

Alaria emerged from her room, her hair scraped back from her face and into a ponytail. Her face was pale and drawn and there were black smudges beneath her eyes. She spared a quick look at each of the men before starting down the stairs. To her chagrin, she had to hold onto the railing as she climbed down and her knees shook by the end. She went straight to the coffee pot, pouring a cup and drinking deeply.

Gabriel looked at her with concern. “From my knowledge of human gestation, I believe caffeine is something that should be avoided during pregnancy.” He gestured to the coffee. “That liquid is quite high in it.”

Alaria glared at him over the rim of the cup. “Fuck you.” She smacked the empty mug down on the counter and sat next to Aradia. “I don’t need pregnancy advice from the son of a bitch that did the knocking up.”

“Traditionally, prospective fathers do get an opinion in the manner in which their child grows.” Gabriel perched across from her.